July 8th, 2052: I'm a little chilly I woke up in a crumpled heap of sticky skin on the couch. I must have fallen asleep. Because I was completely soaked in sweat, I jumped into the shower and stood there, letting the water bounce off of my whiter-than-usual skin. It felt good. After about an hour and a half I got out and brushed my teeth to get the salty taste of heat out of my mouth. As I looked into the mirror above my sink I noticed that my face was completely pale. I slapped my cheeks a bit to regain my color and wobbled out of the bathroom. As usual, I carried on my exciting daily routine of watching TV until noon. I must have forgotten to turn it off before I passed out last night, as it was still on by the time I got out of the shower.
Chugging down my thermos of water, I got up to refill it again. I was unbearably thirsty. Didn’t help that the air still wasn’t running, and it was still hotter than hell outside; even hotter than it was yesterday. The water had a more coppery taste than usual, but blamed it on the construction going on lately.
I called Lillian on her lunch. She told me she was going home early, that she didn’t want me to catch what she had. Lillian never goes home; she’s never even missed a day of work. I’m a little worried.
The news is scary today. Everyone is saying to stay inside and keep contact to a minimal. I guess the flu or whatever isn’t the H1N1. Whatever it is, they say it’s spreading, that it’s airborne. I’m trying not to let it bother me. After all, half of being sick is in your head, right? That’s what my mom always told me. Deciding that watching the news just plagues my mind with suspicion, I got up at watched out the window for a few minutes. No cars, no bikes…even the construction workers disappeared; only the occasional ambulance wailed by. It was really creepy, seeing Union Grove so empty…like it was dead. Peeling my eyes off of the streets, I shook my head and looked for things to do around the house. I went from room to room, picking up magazines, books, random socks and shoes and put them in their place. My nerves progressively got the better of me the longer I went without the news in the background. I fumbled with the remote and turned it back on, turning the volume up a few notches louder. Cleaned the kitchen. Add these to the grocery list: Clorox, Lysol, cleaning rags, hand soap, oranges. After cleaning the bathroom I soaked in the tub. I took an abnormally hot bath this time. Felt nice. An hour passed and I got out, completely pruned. Drank more water to fix it. I think I’ll go to bed early tonight.
I woke up in a crumpled heap of sticky skin on the couch. I must have fallen asleep. Because I was completely soaked in sweat, I jumped into the shower and stood there, letting the water bounce off of my whiter-than-usual skin. It felt good. After about an hour and a half I got out and brushed my teeth to get the salty taste of heat out of my mouth. As I looked into the mirror above my sink I noticed that my face was completely pale. I slapped my cheeks a bit to regain my color and wobbled out of the bathroom. As usual, I carried on my exciting daily routine of watching TV until noon. I must have forgotten to turn it off before I passed out last night, as it was still on by the time I got out of the shower.
Chugging down my thermos of water, I got up to refill it again. I was unbearably thirsty. Didn’t help that the air still wasn’t running, and it was still hotter than hell outside; even hotter than it was yesterday. The water had a more coppery taste than usual, but blamed it on the construction going on lately.
I called Lillian on her lunch. She told me she was going home early, that she didn’t want me to catch what she had. Lillian never goes home; she’s never even missed a day of work. I’m a little worried.
The news is scary today. Everyone is saying to stay inside and keep contact to a minimal. I guess the flu or whatever isn’t the H1N1. Whatever it is, they say it’s spreading, that it’s airborne. I’m trying not to let it bother me. After all, half of being sick is in your head, right? That’s what my mom always told me. Deciding that watching the news just plagues my mind with suspicion, I got up at watched out the window for a few minutes. No cars, no bikes…even the construction workers disappeared; only the occasional ambulance wailed by. It was really creepy, seeing Union Grove so empty…like it was dead. Peeling my eyes off of the streets, I shook my head and looked for things to do around the house. I went from room to room, picking up magazines, books, random socks and shoes and put them in their place. My nerves progressively got the better of me the longer I went without the news in the background. I fumbled with the remote and turned it back on, turning the volume up a few notches louder. Cleaned the kitchen. Add these to the grocery list: Clorox, Lysol, cleaning rags, hand soap, oranges.
After cleaning the bathroom I soaked in the tub. I took an abnormally hot bath this time. Felt nice. An hour passed and I got out, completely pruned. Drank more water to fix it. I think I’ll go to bed early tonight.
Oh. Add cough drops.